Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.